Wicked Games

Chapter One:

Hey, I'm going to spare you right now! This chapter has bits of sex scenes and a rape scene. I know, I'm subjecting you to sex right now... but bare with me. It has a point. Just read through it. And I'm the cause if anyone gets hot over this or cry. ;)

Oh, I just wanted to let you know if you see * this in the story it means it's slang. And I'll give you the definition at the end.

P.S.

Remember This is Rated R.

Chapter One: The Body Of Love

"What's your problem?" Lucy asked me at a party once. She had just introduced me to a boy. A cute boy at that. She had wanted me to go into a back room with him. At the time, I would have never thought of doing that. I was an sixteen year old virgin.

Yes, a virgin.

I wasn't impure I never had let a soul touch me, but for some reason when Lucy had gotten mad at me something clicked. I didn't know what, but it was something. I slipped my fingers into my hair, and took off my glasses; placing them into the nip of my shiny new button up. "Nothing. I don't have a problem. I just don't want to take my cloths off for him." I don't know how those words slipped into my mouth, but they did.

Lucy had put a smirk on her face, and walked closer to me. She snaked one arm around my neck, and looked at me deep in the eyes. "Who do you wanna take your clothes off for then?" She asked, drunkly. When had she even gotten anything to drink? I honestly didn't know. She had motioned her hand to the selection of boys that were all around our age. There was fat ones, skinny ones, chunky ones, and some that were built, but they honestly didn't appeal to me. I wasn't ready for that type of connection.

"No one," I whispered into her ear. Hearing her crackly laugh was annoying. Why was she laughing at me? Was it wrong to not want to have sex so young? No, it wasn't. But, if I wasn't going to have sex with man. Well, lord knows what would happen.

"Do you not like boys?" She asked me. I looked at her, and I could see something glittering in her eyes, lust. She wrapped her other arm around my neck, and began backing up into a corner of the house we were in. Putting both hands onto the plaster of the wall, caging me in, she asked me the question again because I still hadn't answered. "Do you not like boys?"

What kind of sick question was that? What had she meant? I mean of coursed I liked men. Why wouldn't I? I was a girl. Just because I hadn't want to strip for one, that meant I was a lesbian? My stomach had some strange little sensations as I watched her eyes light up. My throat was dry, and I wasn't able to answer. I was just locked in her gaze. I felt the heat roll off her face as she closed the distance in between us. Her breast was pressed up against mine, and her tongue rudely invaded inside of my mouth. For some reason I had complied. I let her do this to me. She was my friend for four years. She was everything. She was sweet, so of course I'd kiss her back.

My eyes had yet to close through this affair, unlike her they did. She was much more into this than I was. I looked around the room watching boys stop to stare at us. They looked at us as if we were meat, and they were ready to eat. Some started to close in on us not aware that I was looking. I shook my lips free of hers. I was ready to run out the house. This was nothing I was used to; however, I couldn't run. Lucy, oh, Lucy was wanting more than I could offer, and much more than I could bare. Her alcoholic taste was repulsive. She grabbed hold to my hand, and pulled me back to her. "Stay for a couple more minutes. I really want to see you in alone." I couldn't let her down, so I nodded my head, and she dragged me out of the sight of people and into a room where another couple was.